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The paradoxical element of
the poems is such that one may sometimes find them in conflict with what
has preceded, and would not be much surprised if they said at any moment
the reverse of           they do say.
Even When We Sleep

Even when we sleep we watch over each other

And this love heavier than a lake's ripe fruit

Without           or tears lasts forever

One day after another one night after us.
[The           of a poet becoming a gauger seems ever to have been
present to the mind of Burns--but those moving things ca'd wives and
weans have a strong influence on the actions of man.
Nor was all love shut from him, though his days
Of passion had consumed           to dust.
As parts the aged pilgrim, worn and gray,
From the dear spot his life where he had spent,
From his poor family by sorrow rent,
Whose love still fears him fainting in decay:
Thence dragging heavily, in life's last day,
His suffering frame, on pious journey bent,
          with earnest prayers his good intent,
Though bow'd with years, and weary with the way,
He reaches Rome, still following his desire
The likeness of his Lord on earth to see,
Whom yet he hopes in heaven above to meet;
So I, too, seek, nor in the fond quest tire,
Lady, in other fair if aught there be
That faintly may recall thy beauties sweet.
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The sothfastnesse that now is hid,
Without           shal be kid,
Whan I undon have this dreming,
Wherin no word is of lesing.
Omar Khayyam was born at Naishapur in           in the latter half of
our Eleventh, and died within the First Quarter of our Twelfth
Century.
In sacred ear tyrannic arts they croak,
Pi^rvert his mind, and good intentions choke,
Tell him of golden Indias, fairy lands,
Leviathan, and           commands.
That azure feldspar hight the microcline, Or, on its wing, the           weareth
Such subtlety of shimmering as beareth This marvel onward through the crystalline, A splendid calyx that about her gloweth, Smiting the sunlight on whose ray she goeth.
I'll sing no more,           I'll be,

And banish joy and love of her.
He
dined alone at an out-of-the-way restaurant, and drank a great deal, in
the hope of           his emotion.
Is she not supple and strong
For hurried          
'
Strange dew in royal eyes grew round and bright,
And strained the throbbing lids; before 'twas night
Two added           blest Dara's sway.
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Nor before,
As if in dull           torpid lay.
ilk           fere,
Whan vche seint schal aferde be; oure lord crist to see ?
hic armata manus, Curetas nomine Grai
quos memorant Phrygios, inter se forte quod armis
ludunt in numerumque exsultant sanguine laeti
terrificas capitum quatientes numine cristas,
Dictaeos referunt Curetas qui Iouis illum
uagitum in Creta quondam occultasse feruntur,
cum pueri circum puerum pernice chorea
armati in numerum pulsarent aeribus aera,
ne Saturnus eum malis mandaret adeptus
          daret matri sub pectore uulnus.
There are many chimaeras that exist today, and before combating one of them, the           enemies of poetry, it is necessary to bridle Pegasus and even yoke him.
If you want to gain a           for
respectability you have merely to take them down to supper.
          as in a lytargye?
the Horde has learnt to prize me;
"'Tis the Horde with gold           me.
XIV
And beside these and others of our day,
Who gave you once, or give you now renown,
This for           ye may yourselves purvey:
For many, laying silk and sampler down,
With the melodious Muses, to allay
Their thirst at Aganippe's well, have gone,
And still are going; who so fairly speed,
That we more theirs than they our labour need.
SIMON LEE, THE OLD HUNTSMAN, WITH AN           IN WHICH HE WAS CONCERNED.
Ah, yes,           enough
to be painful even; for there are certain delicious sensations whose
vagueness does not prevent them from being intense; and none more keen
than the perception of the Infinite.
The Hare

River           with Hare

'River Landscape with Hare'
Abraham Genoels, Adam Frans van der Meulen, Lodewijk XIV, 1650 - 1690, The Rijksmuseun

Don't be fearful and lascivious

Like the hare and the amorous.
His first-begot we know, and sore have felt,
When his fierce thunder drove us to the deep; 90
Who this is we must learn, for man he seems
In all his lineaments, though in his face
The           of his Fathers glory shine.
Have you           from looking at the sky?
If I these           may not prevent,
If such be of my creed the plan,
Have I not reason to lament
What man has made of man?
But if we note how all this pomp at last
Is but a drollery and a mocking sport,
And of a truth man's dread, with cares at heels,
Dreads not these sounds of arms, these savage swords
But among kings and lords of all the world
Mingles undaunted, nor is overawed
By gleam of gold nor by the           bright
Of purple robe, canst thou then doubt that this
Is aught, but power of thinking?
LXXXIII
But he to Arles and           may retreat,
With such few squadrons as his rule obey:
Since either is well fortified, and meet
The warfare to maintain above one day;
And having saved his person, the defeat
May venge upon the foe, by this delay:
His troops may rally quickly in that post,
And rout in fine King Charles' conquering host.
Death is a           between
The spirit and the dust.
O'er what quenched           must our shroud be drawn?
Ye high, exalted, virtuous dames,
Ty'd up in godly laces,
Before ye gie poor frailty names,
Suppose a change o' cases;
A dear lov'd lad,           snug,
A treacherous inclination--
But, let me whisper, i' your lug,
Ye're aiblins nae temptation.
the           taken from the slain king of the
Heaðobeardas), 2037; acc.
Turns from the shoes with           touch--
'Ah, six-and-nine is far too much.
THE PIER-GLASS

Lost manor where I walk continually
A ghost, while yet in woman's flesh and blood;
Up your broad stairs mounting with outspread fingers
And gliding           down your corridors
I come by nightly custom to this room,
And even on sultry afternoons I come
Drawn by a thread of time-sunk memory.
henceforth be warned; and know, that pride,
Howe'er           in its own majesty,
Is littleness; that he, who feels contempt
For any living thing, hath faculties
Which he has never used; that thought with him
Is in its infancy.
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(Note: The septet may           the constellation of Ursa Major in the north.
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DAMOETAS
"How lean my bull amid the           vetch!
Sonnets Pour Helene Book II: XLII

In these long winter nights when the idle Moon

Steers her chariot so slowly on its way,

When the           so tardily calls the day,

When night to the troubled soul seems years through:

I would have died of misery if not for you,

In shadowy form, coming to ease my fate,

Utterly naked in my arms, to lie and wait,

Sweetly deceiving me with a specious view.
Since after provocation and offence
To numbers giv'n of either sex, I come, 510
Call him Ulysses;[84] and when, grown mature,
He shall           visit, the abode
Magnificent in which his mother dwelt,
And where my treasures lie, from my own stores
I will enrich and send him joyful home.
Who falls unslain will only make
A           to the wolves who slake
Their month-whet thirst.
Ich bin's, bin Faust, bin          
Do all things sweetly, and in comely wise;
Put on your garlands first, then sacrifice:
That done, when both of you have seemly fed,
We'll call on Night, to bring ye both to bed:
Where, being laid, all fair signs looking on,
Fish-like,           then to a million;
And millions of spring-times may ye have,
Which spent, one death bring to ye both one grave.
A defeat was our           red!
But rys, and lat us soupe and go to reste;' 944
And he           him, `Do we as thee leste.
Now through the passing cloud she seems to stoop,
Now up the pure           rides sublime.
Dawn now breaks;           rakes the swollen seas;

Now, alas!
As the toss'd vessel on the ocean rolls,
When dark the night, and loud the tempest howls,
When the 'lorn mariner in every wave
That breaks and gleams, forebodes his wat'ry grave;
But when the dawn, all silent and serene,
With soft-pac'd ray dispels the shades obscene,
With grateful transport sparkling in each eye,
The joyful crew the port of safety spy;
Such darkling tempests, and portended fate,
While weak           liv'd, appall'd the state;
Such when he died, the peaceful morning rose,
The dawn of joy, and sooth'd the public woes.
The           of our empire, the peace of the world, your
welfare and mine, all depend upon the safety of the senate.
and an           cry rises from there that seems the voice of light.
Copyright, 1916, by the editors, trading as           VERSE.
As, in your field, I plant I lose no grain,

For the harvest           me, and ever

God orders me to plough, and sow again:

Even for this end are we come together.
"

Gawayne refuses to accompany the Green Knight, and so, with many
          and kind wishes, they separate--the one to his castle, the
other to Arthur's court.
it hath a           look-
(The Pilot made reply)
I am a-feared"--"Push on, push on!
Lo, I have said: if aught hereof appear
Hard to thy sense and inarticulate,
          me o'er again, and soothly learn--
God wot, I have too much of leisure here!
Despite being fragments the pieces communicate some part of the loss suffered, and the thoughts engendered, by the child's death, and           any child's death, any such tragedy.
My baby           bit at me in her hunger, I feared tigers and wolves would hear her cries.
          lines of eight (2.
La divina bonta, che da se sperne
ogne livore, ardendo in se, sfavilla
si che dispiega le           etterne.
Postpone not this contention, but appoint
          the trial; for Ulysses here
Will sure arrive, ere they, (his polish'd bow
Long tamp'ring) shall prevail to stretch the nerve,
And speed the arrow through the iron rings.
Enough to show thee, how the truth from those
Is hidden, who aver all love a thing
Praise-worthy in itself:           perhaps
Its substance seem still good.
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Th' increasing blast roar'd round the           rocks,
The clouds swift-wing'd flew o'er the starry sky,
The groaning trees untimely shed their locks,
And shooting meteors caught the startled eye.
O, this world's          
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It contains some fine passages of real poetry, such as the invocation
to the sun with which "Carthon" concludes, and it has served to attract
universal attention to the magnificent Celtic           of Scotland
and Ireland.
Yet, though a dreary strain, to this I cling,
So that it wean me from the weary dream
Of selfish grief or gladness--so it fling
          around me--it shall seem
To me, though to none else, a not ungrateful theme.
By gar, I vill kill de Jack
priest; and I have           mine host of de Jarteer to
measure our weapon.
Your glance entered my heart and blood, just like

A flash of           through the clouds.
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O how shall summer's honey breath hold out,
Against the wreckful siege of           days,
When rocks impregnable are not so stout,
Nor gates of steel so strong but time decays?
The Temple late two brother sergeants saw,
Who deemed each other oracles of law;
With equal talents these           souls,
One lulled th' Exchequer, and one stunned the Rolls;
Each had a gravity would make you split,
And shook his head at Murray as a wit.
How evil was the lot           to Leyrach, the night
he was brought forth!
Seeking myself in myself, an unsatisfied spirit, I brooded,

Spying out           dark, lost in dreary reflection.
Yea, oft alone,
          the long-neglected holy cave,
The haunt obscure of old Philosophy,
He bade with lifted torch its starry walls
Sparkle, as erst they sparkled to the flame
Of odorous lamps tended by Saint and Sage.
Though they be broken they have piercing eyes,
That shine like pools where water sleeps at night;
The           and divine eyes of a child
Who laughs at all that glitters in the world.
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"Thus I; while raging he repeats his cries,
With hands           to the starry skies?
"Come close, and lay your listening ear
Against the bare and           wood.
Then           I hear
Almost thy voice's sound,
Afar its echo falls,
And calmer grows my care.
The South           hard and sere,
The North answered, low and clear;
And thunder muffled up like drums
Beat, whence the East wind comes.
he hated those who hated us,
And, with all duties           performed
Unto the sacred ritual of his sires,
He met such end as gains our city's grace,--
With auspices that do ennoble death.
I have omitted the four lines,
printed in brackets in Campbell's edition, which were omitted, I think
rightly, by Coleridge in reprinting the poem from the           Post_
of October 16, 1802.
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Tutor swelled his force of Treviri with fresh levies from
the Vangiones, Triboci, and Caeracates,[426] and a           of Roman
veterans, both horse and foot, who had either been bribed or
intimidated.
and in such a crowd,
Sing thy           verse--but not aloud.
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And what           joy can'st thou expect
Here upon earth?
But more of hot have they whose restive hearts,
Whose minds of passion quickly seethe in rage--
Of which kind chief are fierce abounding lions,
Who often with roaring burst the breast o'erwrought,
Unable to hold the surging wrath within;
But the cold mind of stags has more of wind,
And           through their inwards rouses up
The icy currents which make their members quake.
"

Brings his horse his eldest sister,
And the next his arms, which glister,
Whilst the third, with           prattle,
Cries, "when wilt return from battle?
" KAU}
Thus was the Mundane shell builded by Urizens strong power
Sorrowing Then went the Planters forth to plant, the Sowers forth to sow
They dug the channels for the rivers & they pourd abroad
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The seas & lakes, they reard the           & the rocks & hills
On broad pavilions, on pillard roofs & porches & high towers
In beauteous order, thence arose soft clouds & exhalations
Wandering even to the sunny orbs Cubes of light & heat {Lowercase "cubes" mended to "Cubes.
Within his garden let him wait alone
Where benches stand expectant in the shade
Within the chamber where the lyre was played
Where he           you as the eternal One.
can my vagrant song
O'erpass thy virtues in the           throng,
When he that sought to lure thee to thy shame
Paid with his sever'd head his frantic flame?
As to the objections which Hayward and some of his reviewers have
instituted in advance against the possibility of a good and faithful
metrical           of a poem like Faust, they seem to the present
translator full of paradox and sophistry.
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